Sylar lifted himself off the ground coughing up leftover blood, fixing himself had taken more energy than he thought, and he wasn't sure whether or not he could leave. He had briefly considered staying one more night in the sewer, but quickly discarded it. He didn't care how tired he was; he was getting the hell out of there. He used his telekinesis to lift himself up had walk. It was all he could do not to fall as he climbed the ladder that led up to the street. He gave the manhole cover a huge shove with his TK and pulled himself up. Luckily, it was in a secluded street. He crawled to the nearest ally and leaned back against the wall

He found it hard to believe that he was in this predicament. He was embarrassed that he had let that silly Asian man stab him, but elated that he was alive. He was glad that Gabriel hadn't come back after his accident, he didn't need him mucking around in his head, over complicating things even more. It already hurt a lot that Mohinder hadn't paid any attention to him and he had to drag himself down that sewer. After all they had been through on their road trip, the steamy midnight booty calls in grubby hotel rooms, you'd think he would be just a little compassionate.

Sylar sighed and settled against the alley wall and decided to put Mohinder out of his mind until he was all better. He settled into his meditative state; he never slept anymore, and this way he was aware of everything around him. His mind was open and he could hear everything within a 40-mile radius. It was interesting to sift through the sounds of the street, people on a midnight stroll, a couple rapes', to which Sylar wrinkled his nose at. He might be a lot of things, but he wasn't a rapist. He couldn't condone that sort of thing. He concentrated on trying to find Mohinder through all the babble. After a while he could hear him, clear as day and his heart skipped a beat.

"Molly, did you brush your teeth" Mohinder called from the kitchen, where he was scraping the leftover dinner into the cats bowl. He felt embarrassed that she had talked him into getting the stupid thing; he had scratches all up his arm from earlier when he had stumbled on it's new hiding place in the cupboard. As he reached for a plate for supper, the thing attacked, surprising Mohinder so badly that he accidentally smashed the plate.

"Yep I'm doing homework" she called back. He smiled and turned to the bowl. He set it down on the mat and turned around and got down on his hands and knees looking for the cat.

"Gabriel…?"

Sylar jumped when he said that name, and his heart fluttered. He named the cat after him? That alone could make up for leaving him on the street. He smiled and tried to get back there but a sound a few feet away from him distracted him.

Something scuttled down the alley and he prayed he didn't have to kill whatever moron tried to disturb him. He waited and sure enough, he felt the twit pat his dirty jeans gently, trying not to wake him up. Immediately Sylar grabbed them with his TK and held him still, but when he opened his eyes, there was no one there. Sylar frowned and reached out with his hand to the place where he held the squirming man. His hand ran into a solid clothed form, and he heard a loud British voice curse violently and struggle harder against his hold.

Sylar couldn't believe his luck; an invisible man. Sylar had been waiting for someone like this ever since he'd started this mission of his. He lifted himself up and threw the man against the wall. The man turned visible just long enough for Sylar to get a good look at him. He was tall and scruffy, obviously a hobo. His clothes were worse than Sylar's, and his nose was very big. The man kept struggling, unaware of what made him immoveable.

Sylar stalked toward his prey slowly until he was about a foot away and he was sure the man could see him. Slowly he drew his signature line in the forehead and the man started yelling. Sylar couldn't help but admire the fact that the man didn't scream like a woman. Just as he was finishing though, the man gave a quiet rasping whisper and Sylar just barely caught it.

"Peter…"

Sylar looked at the body with a hint of regret. The man had been beautiful; he looked so week right now, and when he was alive he was strong, fighting Sylar off with all his strength. Sylar didn't want him looking like this, he respected this man. He knelt down and laid a hand on him, watching his body collapse into a huge pink puddle. He got up and looked in the dumpster for a mirror to practice, and then, he would pay Mohinder a visit.